What’s kickin’, little chicken? Welcome to Fowlpox Press, your self-service kiosk for poetry chapbooks, our quarterly, Fowl Feathered Review, and other examples of handicrafts made by lunatics. I am Virgil Kay, Editor of Fowlpox Press. And I claim no responsibility for any of it.

You’re welcome to ruffle through the pages of our quarterly, and to use us as an alibi. You will find that all of our digital content is provided gratis, because, to quote Lord Byron, “The gratis is always greener on the other side.”

Should you need a print copy of anything here, we ask that you press the beak of the slightly nervous Peecho mascot, and you’ll be able to have one for a few euro. And you can feel free to leave when euro through.

There’s a watering hole below, where the bartender told me they don’t serve poultry. I told him it was fine as I only wanted a drink. You wandered in and you can wander back out, but remember this: WE NEVER CLOSE!

FOWL FEATHERED REVIEW

“The wild assemblage of text in various languages and images from different eras reminded me of the collaged ‘zines of the ’90s brought into the digital age. I have never quite seen anything like it.”